Review. Norah Jones and the Handsome Band with special guest M. Ward. June 4th, 2007. Music Hall, Kansas City, MO. Unofficial attendance. ~2200.
You know it's easy to dismiss N. Jones as eye candy, but we shouldn't fault someone for being symetrical. She is what she is, and yes, those locks ARE curly, and damn, she IS one fine bitch! She is much better looking than we are and surrounded by her assymetrical, but capable band, Ms. Jones can soothe the savage beast but can't yet get us to dance. However, she is young and she is learning, which alone demands we pay attention. We do expect the lighting to be up to union standards and tonite it was NOT. Such criticisms are not likely her fault, but hey, it WAS HER NAME IN LIGHTS ON THE MARQUEE. Want to be star. Make sure it all works. Or lower the ticket prices. Or move me. For less money, Iris Dement and Karin Allison moved me to tears. This bitch is pretty, but she won't make you weep.
The city, and this is the same city city that built the Music Hall in the heart of the deprsssion, should be pillared for not having an ATM nor serving Boulevard Beer at such venues. Music Hall managment should be terminated today!
Promising signs for the future. New arrangements for old standards with a Dr. J0hn influence. Admittance that she does not know how to properly tune her guitar. M. Ward.
Set list. I have no fucking idea.
After party @ J. P.'s Wine Bar. While N. Jones, M. Ward, and the Handsome Band dined on stale Gates B-B-que, the locals headed just around the corner from the art-deco inspired Music Hall for 70's platters and flights of casked scotch. The ratio of hipster less-than-30 year-olds to boring, white seniors (who else can afford the concert tickets?) was an order of magnitude greater than the concert venue. Jone should stop being smug about being a product of late 60's free-love. Look around. It not that uncommon. Hooking up is the term today.
You know it's easy to dismiss N. Jones as eye candy, but we shouldn't fault someone for being symetrical. She is what she is, and yes, those locks ARE curly, and damn, she IS one fine bitch! She is much better looking than we are and surrounded by her assymetrical, but capable band, Ms. Jones can soothe the savage beast but can't yet get us to dance. However, she is young and she is learning, which alone demands we pay attention. We do expect the lighting to be up to union standards and tonite it was NOT. Such criticisms are not likely her fault, but hey, it WAS HER NAME IN LIGHTS ON THE MARQUEE. Want to be star. Make sure it all works. Or lower the ticket prices. Or move me. For less money, Iris Dement and Karin Allison moved me to tears. This bitch is pretty, but she won't make you weep.
The city, and this is the same city city that built the Music Hall in the heart of the deprsssion, should be pillared for not having an ATM nor serving Boulevard Beer at such venues. Music Hall managment should be terminated today!
Promising signs for the future. New arrangements for old standards with a Dr. J0hn influence. Admittance that she does not know how to properly tune her guitar. M. Ward.
Set list. I have no fucking idea.
After party @ J. P.'s Wine Bar. While N. Jones, M. Ward, and the Handsome Band dined on stale Gates B-B-que, the locals headed just around the corner from the art-deco inspired Music Hall for 70's platters and flights of casked scotch. The ratio of hipster less-than-30 year-olds to boring, white seniors (who else can afford the concert tickets?) was an order of magnitude greater than the concert venue. Jone should stop being smug about being a product of late 60's free-love. Look around. It not that uncommon. Hooking up is the term today.